Brave Creatures

On Saturday I was lucky enough to get invited to the Australian Open. It was one of those corporate VIP things as a thank you for some consulting work I had done. My friend Joe came with me and to my great surprise we ran into an old work buddy of mine, Sharon. She of the London adventure fame.I also hung out with Elle McPherson for a while, which is entirely another story, although I would like to point out that unlike some media whores I won't be showing off any trophy pictures.

The tennis was pretty good and while, to my mothers enduring disappointment, I am not much of a sports watcher, even I got into things.

It was a great environment, with a packed house of supportive and excited fans. There was even a contingent of rainbow flag waving boys for Amélie Mauresmo. One of whom goes on the short list of the most disturbingly good looking men I have ever seen. looking like he had just fallen out of a Colt Calendar with clothing by Banana Republic, HUGE and handsome, he was clearly an out of towner. And somewhat disappointingly he had his flawless nose firmly in the air. As unsurprising as that was, it still amazes me that good looking men cannot be more gracious.

So without Mr Big&Hunkys attention we watched the womens' final which was good even if it was short. the handsome and mannish lesbian Mauresmo (or Amyl Machismo as we like to call her) pretty much whipping the floor with Justine Henin-Hardenne until in the Belgian, Henin-Hardenne called the game because she was too ill to continue.

It must have been a huge disappointment for both of them and something of a let down for Mauresmo. After coming second in 1999, to now win the Open because your opponent, a one time winner herself, is sick has to be something of an anticlimax.

Both women however showed an incredibly admirable level of dignity and grace. The first person to go and offer comfort to Mauresmo was Henin-Hardenne Clearly they are able to maintain a friendship amid the rivalry of their competition.

Their level of generosity for each other really threw Mr Big&Hunkys stinky attitude into sharp relief. If these girls, with an international reputation, possibly billions of people watching and millions of dollars in prize money at stake can be gracious, why can't a good looking man recognize the attention of someone less attractive?

I briefly dated someone who had as a base requirement for even conversation that people be over 200 lbs of gym toned male. With my good sense temporarily disengaged by depression I didn't reject him out of hand until his bad attitude had further disrupted my life. My own fault, when your gay grandparents tell you that someone sucks, you really should pause a moment and listen.

I guess I can still be a little naive about how deeply shallow some people can be. I tend to assume the best and ascribe ethical values to most people, when it appears that is likely not the actual case. As my mother says, some people are just arse holes.

The problem is that we tend to forgive the ridiculously attractive arse hole behavior more readily on the off chance it might get us laid. Truth be told, as hot as he was, I would not have slept with him. Not unless there was a lot more of a human personality buried there, and it certainly wasnt on display.

Quite frankly I am tired of assuming they are "shy". If you are that good looking you can be gracious about it.

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